I glance down at my tank top and flannel shorts.
“What? You don’t like the Minions. That’s a hard limit for me.”
Stalking toward me, he steps on something that squeaks, and it makes me wince. “I want what’s beneath.” His hand slips easily past the waistband of my sleep shorts. He cups my sex, and I hiss. I know it’s fruitless to deny the pull toward him.
“I don’t want vanilla tonight,” I declare.
“What do you want?”
I glance over at the doorframe that leads to my bedroom. On either side at the top of the frame are two hooks. He turns back to me, and I see wariness in his expression.
“You or me?” he asks.
“You.” He nods. “Get naked, Cowboy.”
As he begins, I go and get the rope made for this kind of play. It’s softer and meant not to abrade the skin.
When I turn back, he stands tall, his cock long, thick, and hard. I salivate and point for him to stretch his arms up. With a stepstool, I tie his arms to either side of the frame. He faces inside my room because I have more planned for him. But first, as he looks all vulnerable, I decide to give him something for his willingness to give up control.
I take him in my mouth. Immediately, he pulls at the ropes. They aren’t tied to keep him there permanently. He can get out with a little work. Sucking him to the back of my throat, I hollow my checks and work him hard. His curses spur me on. I use my hand to cradle his balls, then slide my fingers back to stroke the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Gina, I need to touch you.”
With a pop, I free him from my mouth. “That’s the point. I stand and grab the stool I left to the side. I walk into my room and get something, leaving him there to wonder. When I come back, I hook the swing on the other side where hooks are embedded on the inside of the door to my bedroom. I clamp the thing to the frame and roll on the condom over his length I grabbed on the way. Then I use the stool to get in the chair.
“What the fuck?”
Damn, if he isn’t the perfect height. No adjustments needed, I grab his dick and pull myself closer. I’ve never tried this before, but as he sinks inside me, he starts to buck. I clasp my hands on either side of his face and kiss him. I don’t want the swing to bang into him, so I wrap my legs around him. This keeps us on track as he pushes inside me with delicious friction.
Siding my hand down, I tweak his nipples.
“Gina, you’re going to make me come. Grip the base of my dick if you don’t want me to.”
Instead, I pull back so he can see himself slide in and out of me to a point, and I start to rub circles over my clit.
“Fuck,” he growls. I feel him pulse inside of me.
I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he wasn’t encased in rubber.
It’s only a few more bounces with his face lost in pleasure, before he says, “Let me loose, so I can take care of you.”
RYDER
Hot fucking damn. Gina has all kinds of tricks up her sleeves, and after this, I’m a willing student. If this is what she means by left of vanilla, I’m ready to go all Chunky Monkey and Phish Food without a doubt.
“Untie me, Gina.”
“Hang on, Cowboy.”
She loosens the rope around me and says, “You know these weren’t tight. You could’ve wiggled your way out if you wanted.”
“But that’s not the point, right?”
She sends me a sly smile. “Now you’re getting it.”
“Good. My turn. Get back in that swing. I need some dessert.”
The swing comes equipped with stirrups, and I intend to make great use of them. Placing a heel in each one, I spread her wide, but I have to bend at an awkward angle due to my height. Then I see the adjustment cable so I raise it up, stopping when it gets to the perfect level.
“Fuck, I feel like I’m at the ceiling,” she jokes.
“Hush. It’s my turn, remember?”
She doesn’t know it, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve and I intend to employ them tonight. She’s spread before me, and I use my fingers to open her up to me, like the petals of a flower. My finger easily slides in so I add another, making sure to press on her G-spot. Then my tongue runs up and down, rimming her opening around my fingers as they work her. She’s squirming, trying to get me to lick her clit, but I’m teasing her a bit longer.
When she’s practically grinding herself against me, I press my tongue on her and focus entirely on that tiny bud. Dropping my mouth over it, I suck and flick, until she’s thrashing around. My thumb is unoccupied, so I decide to put it into action. Using some of her own wetness, I slide it around her and then rub it over her tight little bud in the back.
“Ryder, Ryder, Ryder,” she keeps repeating my name as her orgasm plows into her. Listening to her husky voice gets me hard as fuck. It’s time to lower the swing again. Afterward, I roll on another condom, leaving my thumb to play around her ass. Then I spread her wide and plunge into her, fucking her hard, exactly the way she loves it.
“Play with your tits, Gina.”
There’s no asking her twice. She’s on it like crazy, teasing and pinching her nipples. Shit, it’s sexy as hell. My balls slam into her with every thrust, and she lifts her head to watch.
“Damn, I’m gonna come. Are you close?” I ask. Her head shakes like a bobble-headed doll. “Use your hand.”
She massages a circle on her clit and bites her lower lip. Her black curls are a tangled mess, and all I can think of is kissing her until her lips are swollen and her face is chafed from my scruff.
When her climax hits, I feel her inner muscles tighten in rhythm against my dick and squeeze it, milking my cum out of me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
When I’m finally dry, I say, “Bathroom?”
An arm lifts and points me in the right direction. This place looks like a nuclear bomb went off. Not that it’s dirty. The sink is spotless, and the rest of it is clean, but there is shit every-fucking-where. When I come back out, Gina is still situated in the swing. I unhook her ankles, pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. I crawl in behind her.
But I’m not done with her yet. Now on to the kissing part. But when I try, she puts a hand on my chest and makes a weak attempt to shove me away.
“What? I can fuck you, but I can’t kiss you?”
“Something like that.”
“Not in my world.” My mouth crashes onto hers as my hand tunnels into her mane. I tilt her head so our lips align perfectly, and then I explore every secret her mouth can possibly hold. Knowing Gina is my goal, I want to discover everything there is to find. She’s made me more curious than any other woman I’ve ever met.
I kiss her cheek, ear, neck—oh, do I kiss her neck. She writhes, then moans and I’ve hit a target here.
“You like this? Tell me what you want. Do you want me to fuck you again? Do you want me to eat your pussy? You have an amazing pussy, Gina. Do you want me to play your kinky games? You want to tie me up? Flog me? What is it? Tell me,” I say against her nipple I started sucking. She arches her back, bringing me closer to my goal. Her skin is smooth like silk, and she tastes perfect, just the right amount of sweet mixed with salt.
“Blindfold me,” she says. “It heightens the senses. And I’m game for anything, including anal beads as long as you know what you’re doing. I have lots of other toys, too.”
“Where’s your toy box, my wild thing?”
She points to her closet, but it’s a little scary looking in there, almost like an obstacle course. “On the shelf. Use whatever you want. Just surprise me. The lube’s in the box, too.”
With apprehension, I enter her closet and look for said box. She calls out from the bed, “It’s a pink suitcase looking thing.”
Christ. How many toys does she have? I find the suitcase, and the damn thing weighs a ton. Opening it up, I find a blindfold and put it on her. Then I go back and look at everything in the box, and honestly, I’m not sure wha
t some of the things are.
“Uh, Gina, I don’t know what some of these are.”
“Most of them are Lelos.”
“What’s a Lelo?”
“It’s a vibrator brand, and they just look a little weird.”
“Oh.” Who knew? I thought a vibrator was a vibrator. But then there’s a flogger, some long feathers, some fur-lined handcuffs, long tethers with cuffs attached, and some other gadgets. And lots of lube. Warming lube, ice lube, flavored lube, and body paints. I grab some warming lube, the tethers, a feather, and a couple of the funky looking vibrators. Let’s see where this takes us.
Gina lies there waiting, so I attach each ankle and wrist to the cuffs and then tether her to the bedposts. “Now you’re my prisoner.” I chuckle.
As I step away, the absolute pleasure of the vision that lies before me pummels me from the inside with a sensation I can’t quite describe. From the glorious tumble of tangled locks, to her breasts that fit my mouth to perfection, down to the curves that make my mouth water, I’m reduced to a single mass of need I haven’t felt since … well, I’ve never felt before. And to be honest, I can have any woman I want. They’re easy to come by. Ever since high school, they’ve all but thrown themselves at me, even when I didn’t want them. It’s only gotten worse since I’ve entered the pros. But none of them have interested me like this—ever since this dark-haired crazy ass bartender with a fortress constructed around her so damn thick I doubt I’ll ever tear down walked into my life. But maybe, just maybe, now’s my chance to start chipping away at the thing.
She licks her lips, and it makes me want to sink my teeth into them. Instead, I bend her knees, putting her feet flat on the bed and spreading her legs. Then I tighten the tethers so she can’t move.
“Is this comfortable?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Admittedly, I’m a bit nervous, which is an alien feeling for me. Usually I have no qualms when it comes to things involving bedroom activities, but this is a new venture for me. Pushing all inhibitions aside, I grab ahold of the lube and squeeze until the right amount is on my hand. Then I rub it on her sex, inside and out until she wriggles beneath my ministrations, which I should add are thorough. Next on my list is to use one of her fancy vibrators. I want to see exactly why she has so many of these. I grab the purple one that is soft, with two actual appendages—one large and one small. I check it out for a second, trying to decide what kind of play I’m going to do.
“What are you doing? Baking a cake?” her smart mouth asks.
Not bothering to answer, I run the feather from her chin, down her neck, and stop right above her sex. She moans. “Does this feel like a cake to you?” I whisper next to her ear.
“No. No cake.”
She licks her lips, and it’s with great difficulty I don’t fuck that sassy mouth of hers. Only I keep teasing her with the feather instead. Her nipples are stone hard, like diamond peaks as they rise to the feather’s touch, and that’s when I turn on the vibrator. I’m surprised by how silent it is. I don’t know, for some reason I expected something more powerful. But when I slide it over her sex, she cries out, begging for more.
“Tell me how much more you want, Gina? All of it? Or just a little?”
“All.” Her chest heaves with her reply, and my dick grows harder right along with it. Fuck me. I’m not sure I can take this shit.
Sliding the vibrator inside her, the other tip vibrates against her clit, and too bad they don’t make the male equivalent of these things. Because from the way she’s squirming and groaning, and goddamn it’s hot as hell, this must be fucking nirvana. And I just learn something—this is more arousing than I can take. Her wrists and ankles jerk wildly against the restraints as she comes, but the way she breathes out my name is the most erotic thing ever. Except I really want my mouth where that piece of equipment is. So I do exactly that. I’ve never gone down on a lubed up woman before, but I’m open to it. And when I do—surprise. It’s strawberry flavored.
After I lick and suck her to another orgasm, she tells me to let her loose. But I only agree after I kiss that smart mouth of hers. Once I get my fill, I untether her, and she pushes me down, and straddles me. Then she proceeds to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. The other times we’ve been together were nothing compared to this. She bites, scratches, and every time I get close, she stops, either sliding off me altogether, or sitting still until the urge to come passes. My nipples will never be the same after tonight. But the crème de la crème is when she has me bend my knees as she’s on top, and right as I’m getting close again, she sticks her finger up my ass and I come like the goddamn space shuttle taking off. I swear to God my eyes roll back in my head and I almost lose consciousness. Her voice finally comes to me from a distance.
“Ryder? Hey, you here?”
“Um, yeah. I’m here. Where’d you think I was?”
“I don’t know. I was talking to you, and you weren’t answering.”
“Oh. I was in recovery.” Swallowing the lump of whatever has formed in my throat, I blink and look at this … this unbelievable woman in bed with me. “Who are you?”
“Gina.”
“Come and give me a kiss, Gina, because I’m too weak to move.”
“Well, I’ll let you rest a little, but I’m not even close to being done with you yet, Ryder.”
I have a feeling this is going to be a long, but unforgettable night. I only hope I can show up at practice on Monday morning.
GINA
When is the last time I’ve ever felt this well fucked? I can’t remember if ever. The throbbing between my legs is a constant reminder like a blinking sign that reads Ryder’s been here.
“Gina.”
I turn to find my boss, Sam, frowning at me. He must have been asking me a question or something the way his suspicion grows.
“What?” I say jovially.
His eyes narrow. “You’re smiling. What, did you win the lottery or something?”
“Or something.”
“Maybe that something has a name.”
Which reminds me that I need to rip Sam a new one. “How could you tell some guy where I live?”
“You mean, Ryder Wilde, Fletcher’s cousin, the Fletcher that’s married to your best friend, Cassidy. I thought he was safe. And besides, by the grin you are sporting, things turned out good.”
Unable to wipe the smile from my face, I focus on the bar and continue to wipe it down, ignoring his supposition. The lunch crowed has breezed through, and as soon as the last customer leaves, I’m free to head upstairs before the dinner rush.
Eleven minutes and thirty seconds pass before the guy finally pays and leaves me shit for tip, but who’s counting? Normally, I’ll cuss and threaten Sam to quit for the millionth time. But today I find myself skipping up the back steps as if Pharrell’s song “Happy” plays in the background.
Only when I get my head out of the clouds do I realize a woman stands at my door. Instantly, my good mood fades. She doesn’t look that old, but still I’m cautious.
“Gina Ferraro?”
“Who’s asking?”
She holds out a hand I only glance at. Her smile falters, and a business-like expression covers her face. She drops her hand. “My name is Sara. Ryder Wilde sent me. I’m an organizer.”
I’m going to kill him.
“Oh, did he?”
She isn’t fooled by my wide grin. There must be murder in my eyes. I push past her and let myself in the door because I’m not going to have this conversation out in the open.
“Wow, he’s right.”
Spinning around, I say, “Right about what?”
Her professional demeanor is back, and I can see why Ryder knows her. She’s beautiful in that polished way I’ll never be. An ugly part of me wonders if he’s banged her.
“He said you had a lot of…” She searches for a word. “… collectables and things that might look better displayed and organized.”
Not bo
thering to comment, I pull out my phone and dial the asshat in question.
“Gina.”
Giving the woman my back, I say, “Don’t Gina me.”
“You’ve met her,” he deadpans. “And don’t snarl at me. I just thought I could do something nice for you.”
“Nice is flowers, not a decorator.”
“I’m not a decorator,” Sara chimes, because I hadn’t exactly gotten out of earshot.
“Send her away if you want, but I’ve already paid her.”
Grrrr. How could he possibly know that would be the magic answer? There is no way I want him wasting money on me.
“Fine,” I growl.
“You should know I got shit today because of you.”
That makes me smile. And I walk toward my bedroom to give us some privacy. I don’t say anything to Sara because I doubt she’s going to leave.
Once I close the door, I say, “Why is that?”
“Because I think I pulled a muscle in my ass.”
A bubble of laughter bursts out of me. “Like my finger there, huh?”
“Don’t remind me. That shit isn’t natural.”
“Puns upon puns,” I say. “But it made you come for days.”
“It sure did. But I’ll be damn if I tell Fletcher about it.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ve schooled Cassie on it. I’m sure Fletcher’s gotten the full treatment.”
We trade laughter for a few seconds, and damn, if it doesn’t feel good to be happy for once in my life.
“As much as I want to sit here on the phone with you talking dirty shit, I have to go. I won’t get to see your pretty ass for a few days. But you know that, don’t you?”
“Why would you think I would know your game schedule?”
“The calendar on your refrigerator was my first clue.”
Damn, he’d seen that.
“It was a free magnet I got in the mail from a realtor.”
“Uh huh. Do you own some property I don’t know about?”
Crap, I’m striking out seriously.
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